I wouldn't just wear a shamrock, I'd have one tattooed on to my body
Published 16/03/2014 | 02:30
For a few years now, I've been drawn to the idea of getting a tattoo. Richard was vehemently against it. There were two conditions he described as "grounds for divorce". One was forgetting to provide bread sauce when cooking a brace of pheasant. The other was a wife with a tattoo.
"Slaggish," he called it. "Low-life."
"Well, I've been a slag in my time," I countered. "And what's wrong with low-life? We're all in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars."